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More "O'er" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... crimes shall cease, and ancient fraud shall fail, Returning Justice lift aloft her scale, Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend, And white-robed ...
— Bulfinch's Mythology • Thomas Bulfinch
... you seeking my pretty colleen, So sadly, tell me now!"— "O'er mountain and plain I'm searching in vain Kind sir, ...
— Flamsted quarries • Mary E. Waller
... Medoro had the gathering Of the world's rose, the rose untouch'd before; For never, since that garden blush'd with spring, Had human being dared to touch the door. To sanction it—to consecrate the thing— The priest was called to read the service o'er, (For without marriage what can come but strife?) And the bride-mother was the ...
— Stories from the Italian Poets: With Lives of the Writers, Vol. 2 • Leigh Hunt
... unprevailing—the event Of that portentous fight appeared at length. Until the lamp of day was almost spent It had endured, when lifeless, stark, and rent, Hung high that mighty serpent, and at last Fell to the sea, while o'er the continent, With clang of wings and scream, the eagle past, Heavily borne away on the ...
— Life of Cicero - Volume One • Anthony Trollope
... Tomkins! late thy ringlets rare, E'en Wombwell's self to rival might despair. Now with thy smooth crown, nor the fledgling's chops, Nor East-born Mechi's magic razor strops, Can vie! And laughing maids you fly in dread, Lest they should see the horrors of your head! Laurie, like death, hath clouded o'er your morn. Tomkins, you're dish'd! Your Jeune France locks ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete • Various
... is due to the exalted position which you occupy, and, above all, it is due to that truthfulness in history which you claim to revere. If you desire it, I will endeavor to visit you, and in a friendly manner "fight our battles o'er again," and endeavor to convince you that you have always been mistaken as to the manner in which my part in the "Meridian campaign" was performed. But I will never rest until the wrong statements regarding it are fully and ...
— The Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman, Complete • William T. Sherman
... kiss, An' I sall set ye richt on, hit or miss.' 'A hit or miss I'll get, but help o' you, Kiss ye sklate-stanes, they winna weet your mou'.' An' aff she gaes, the fallow loot a rin, As gin he ween'd wi' speed to tak her in, But as luck was, a knibblich took his tae, An' o'er fa's he, an' ...
— The Proverbs of Scotland • Alexander Hislop
... you are master Of your heart, when it is me." And another gleaming arrow Does the little god's behest, And the dainty little maiden Falls upon her lover's breast. "The same old story told again," And listened o'er and o'er, Will still be new, and pleasing, too, Till "Time shall ...
— The Complete Works • James Whitcomb Riley
... peal, Then soft and low through the May night doth steal; Sometimes, on joyous wing, to Heaven it soars, Sometimes, like Philomel, its woes deplores. For, oh! this a song that ne'er can die, It seeks the heart of all humanity. In the deep cavern and the darksome lair, The sea of ether o'er the realm of air, In every nook my song shall still be heard, And all creation, with sad yearning stirred, United in a full, exultant choir, Pray thee to grant the singer's fond desire. E'en when the ivy o'er my grave hath grown, ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... fled, I stand amid the past alone; A tomb which still shall guard the dead Tho' every earthlier trace be flown, A tomb o'er which the weeds that love Decay—their wild luxuriance wreathe! The cold and callous stone above—And only thou and death beneath. ...
— Pelham, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... of revelry by night, And proud Glencaid had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair ...
— Bob Hampton of Placer • Randall Parrish
... to say, however, that curates and cousins have it all their own way always. There's a sweet little cupid who "sits up aloft," like Jack's guardian angel, to watch o'er the loves of poor laymen. Still, it is very galling, to one of an ardent temperament especially, to mark the anxious solicitude with which "Cousin Tom" may hang over the divine creature—whom you can only look upon from afar as some distant star—without attracting any observations ...
— She and I, Volume 1 • John Conroy Hutcheson
... dare Scorn your grim power—till we glimpse the flare Of burning Death 'mid holiness of Birth. What is our godliness and wisdom worth Against your strength embattled unaware? You are the Master, ever, everywhere, Deadly and gentle o'er the wide World's girth. ...
— The True Story of Our National Calamity of Flood, Fire and Tornado • Logan Marshall
... smoking tide. At once they gratify their scent and taste. And frequent cups prolong the rich repast Straight hover round the fair her airy band; Some, as she sipped, the fuming liquor fanned: Some o'er her lap their careful plumes displayed, Trembling, and conscious of the rich brocade. Coffee (which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.) Sent up in vapors to the baron's brain New stratagems, the ...
— All About Coffee • William H. Ukers
... with the flag! Up, up, betimes, and proudly speak of it; A lordly thing to see on tower and crag, O'er which,—as eagles flit, With eyes a-fire, and wings of phantasy,— Our memories hang superb! The foes we frown upon shall feel the curb Of our full sway; and they shall shamed be Who wrong, with sword or pen, The Code that keeps us free. For there's no sight, in summer or in spring, Like our ...
— The Song of the Flag - A National Ode • Eric Mackay
... Sounded, there English hearts, of mould humane. Justice would strengthen, cruelty restrain. And is it all a figment of false pride? Such horrors do our vaunting annals hide Beneath a world of words, like flowers that wave In tropic swamps o'er ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99., Nov. 22, 1890 • Various
... silence. Then I began at the top of my voice, in impassioned style in German, an address about matters and things in general, intermingled with insane quotations from Latin, Slavonian, anything. A change came o'er the spirit of the dream of my auditors, till at last they "took," and gave me three cheers. ...
— Memoirs • Charles Godfrey Leland
... hundred volumes on the shelves—theology, history, biography, philosophy, science, travels, essays, and some old forgotten fiction; but no verse was there, except Shenstone, in a small, shabby, coverless volume. This I read and re-read until I grew sick of bright Roxana tripping o'er the green, or of gentle Delia when a tear bedews her eye to think yon playful kid must die. To my uncultivated mind—for I had never been at school, and lived in the open air with the birds and beasts—this seemed intolerably artificial; for I was like a hungry person who ...
— Afoot in England • W.H. Hudson
... the maids assembled; Had I a cold? welled forth the silent tear; Did I look pale? then half a parish trembled; And when I coughed all thought the end was near! I had no care - no jealous doubts hung o'er me - For I was loved beyond all other men. Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me - Ah me, I was a pale ...
— Songs of a Savoyard • W. S. Gilbert
... comes along and gets hold of the girl while her aunt's at the special service for Wakes folks in Bethesda Chapel, and runs off with her in my dogcart with one of my hosses, and raises a scandal all o'er the Five Towns. God bless my soul, mister! I tell'n ye I hardly liked to open o' Monday afternoon, I was that ashamed! And I packed Ada off to Manchester. It seems to me that if the upper classes, as they call 'em—the immoral classes I call 'em—'ud look after ...
— Tales of the Five Towns • Arnold Bennett
... from glass to delf, Who talk'd of nothing but himself, 'Till check'd by a vertigo; The party who beheld him "fluor'd," Bent o'er the liberated board, ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 12, Issue 327, August 16, 1828 • Various
... my soul, And tears on tears successive roll— For many an evil voice is near, To chide my woes and mock my fear— And silent memory weeps alone, O'er hours ...
— The Pirates Own Book • Charles Ellms
... rouse the immortal soul With its hopes and its visions so bright, To send them in the train with the thoughts of the brain, Though their vesture seemed woven of light, To sigh, wail, and weep o'er the pulse-rhythmed sleep Of the Dead in their ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 2, August, 1864 - Devoted to Literature and National Policy • Various
... Joseph toiled through the snow— Saw the star o'er a stable low; Mary she might not further go— Welcome thatch, and litter below! Joy was hers ...
— The Wind in the Willows • Kenneth Grahame
... that never strove With the mild tumult of a real flame; Rugged the breast that music cannot tame, Nor youth's enlivening graces teach to love The pathless vale, the long-forsaken grove, The rocky cave that bears the fair one's name, With ivy mantled o'er. For empty fame Let him amidst the rabble toil, or rove In search of plunder far to western clime. Give me to waste the hours in amorous play With Delia, beauteous maid, and build the rhyme, Praising her flowing ...
— Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Complete • George Gilfillan
... up As 'twere, anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not; till the place Became religious, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old— The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our ...
— Critical Miscellanies, Vol. I - Essay 3: Byron • John Morley
... regiment on its journeys, And held sweet converse with the Colonel's gee: Of knights, no doubt, and old heroic tourneys, And how she bare great ladies o'er the lea; And on high hill-sides, when the men felt dead, Far up the height they viewed her at the head, A star of hope, and shook themselves, and said, "If she can do it, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 153, Aug 15, 1917 • Various
... dark pomp of death we keep their day, Theirs who have passed beyond the sight of men, O'er whom the autumn strews its gold again, And the grey sky bends to an earth as grey; But we who live are silent even as they While the world's heart marks one deep throb; and then, Touched by the gleam of suns beyond our ken, The Stone of Honour ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 159, November 10, 1920 • Various
... Polly was kept on such a short allowance of happiness for six months, that she got quite thin and interesting; and often, when she saw how big her eyes were getting, and how plainly the veins on her temples showed, indulged the pensive thought that perhaps spring dandelions might blossom o'er her grave. She had no intention of dying till Tom's visit was over, however, and as the time drew near, she went through such alternations of hope and fear, and lived in such a state of feverish excitement, that spirits and color came ...
— An Old-fashioned Girl • Louisa May Alcott
... he fell From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements; from morn To noon, from noon to dewy eve, A Summer's day, he fell; and with the setting sun Dropped from the zenith like ...
— The Coming of Cuculain • Standish O'Grady
... may seem revolutionary, but think it over for a moment and you will see that it is as old as the hills. It is merely a systematisation on a scientific basis of the method mothers have intuitively practised since the world began. "Sleep, baby, sleep. Angels are watching o'er thee,"—what is this but a particular suggestion? How does a wise mother proceed when her little one falls and grazes its hand? She says something of this kind: "Let me kiss it and then it will be well." She kisses it, and with her assurance that the pain has gone the child runs happily back ...
— The Practice of Autosuggestion • C. Harry Brooks
... mist of primroses within her breast Twilight hath folded up, and o'er the west, Seeking remoter valleys long hath gone, Not yet hath come her sister of the dawn. Silence and coolness now the earth enfold: Jewels of glittering green, long mists of gold, Hazes of nebulous silver veil the height, And shake in tremors through the shadowy ...
— By Still Waters - Lyrical Poems Old and New • George William Russell
... of the shadows thick, will coming day Send Peace and Plenty smiling o'er our land; And the events that fill us with dismay, Are but the implements in God's ...
— Continental Monthly, Vol. I, No. VI, June, 1862 - Devoted To Literature and National Policy • Various
... endure; His martial soul is doubtless now at rest, Who in his lifetime was so oft oppressed With care and fears, and strange cross acts of late, But now is happy and in glorious state. The blustering storm of life with him is o'er, And he is landed on that happy shore Where 'tis that he can hope and fear ...
— As We Are and As We May Be • Sir Walter Besant
... was a wreck last night!' A wreck?—and where The ship, the crew?—All gone. The monument On which is writ no name, no chronicle, Laid itself o'er them ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 448 - Volume 18, New Series, July 31, 1852 • Various
... came herring from the sea, But good as he were in the tide; Young Corydon came o'er the lea, And sat him Phillis down beside. So, presently, she changed her tone, And 'gan to cease her from her moan, 'O willow, willow, willow, willow! Thou mayst e'en keep thy garlands fair, I want them not to ...
— The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood • Howard Pyle
... comes at last in sudden loneliness, And whence they know not, why they need not guess; They more might marvel, when the greeting's o'er, Not that he came, but ...
— The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln • Francis Fisher Browne
... sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs ...
— Highways & Byways in Sussex • E.V. Lucas
... goes by like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight: The time has come when the darkies have to part— Then, my old Kentucky home, ...
— De La Salle Fifth Reader • Brothers of the Christian Schools
... ye winds, that Huncamunca's mine! Echoes repeat, that Huncamunca's mine! The dreadful bus'ness of the war is o'er, And beauty, heav'nly beauty! crowns my toils! I've thrown the bloody garment now aside And hymeneal ...
— Miscellanies, Volume 2 (from Works, Volume 12) • Henry Fielding
... hopeless anguish and despair, A while in silence o'er my fate repair: Then, with a long farewell to love and care, To kindred dust my ...
— The Adventures of Roderick Random • Tobias Smollett
... then they brighter grew, Beaming with everlasting bliss, As if the eternal world in view Had weaned her eyes from this: And every feature was composed, As with a placid smile they closed On those who stood around, who felt it was a sin to weep O'er such a smile and such a sleep— So peaceful, so profound; And though they wept, their tears expressed Joy for her time-worn frame at rest— ...
— Leading Articles on Various Subjects • Hugh Miller
... the western main, Fetch sugar, ounces four—fetch sack from Spain, A pint,—and from the eastern Indian coast Nutmeg, the glory of our northern toast; O'er flaming coals let them together heat, Till the all-conquering sack dissolve the sweet; O'er such another fire put eggs just ten, New-born from tread of cock and rump of hen: Stir them with steady hand and conscience pricking To see the untimely end ...
— The Cook's Oracle; and Housekeeper's Manual • William Kitchiner
... sounds, the din of war's alarms O'er seas and solid grounds, doth call us all to arms, Who for King George doth stand, their honour soon shall shine, Their ruin is at hand, who with the Congress join. The acts of Parliament, in them I much delight, I hate their cursed intent, who for the Congress fight. The Tories ...
— The Hidden Children • Robert W. Chambers
... living index which thy Maker traced Repeats the line each starry virtue draws Through the wide circuit of creation's laws; Still tracks unchanged the everlasting ray Where the dark shadows of temptation stray; But, once defaced, forgets the orbs of light, And leaves thee wandering o'er the expanse of night." ...
— Recreations in Astronomy - With Directions for Practical Experiments and Telescopic Work • Henry Warren
... sunny splendor gleams the ice-engirded field, And the swelling freshet murmurs gay spring-ditties as it flows, Till its noisy life it mingles in the ocean's grand repose; And in silence, Dream-fraught silence, O'er its course the ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science - April, 1873, Vol. XI, No. 25. • Various
... the Polar Seas were all fought o'er again. The wondering listeners were told how Esquimaux were chased and captured; how walrus were lanced and harpooned; how bears were speared and shot; how long and weary journeys were undertaken on foot over immeasurable fields of ice and snow; how icebergs had ...
— The World of Ice • R.M. Ballantyne
... earth, and the Angel, reading His thought, Came down to lull the pain of the mighty spirit at strife, Reverent bent o'er the maid, and for age left desolate brought Flowers of the ...
— Lost Illusions • Honore De Balzac
... while thou, my goodly young damosel, wert a-junketing it out o' door; and for why, forsooth? Marry, saith she, to hear a shaven crown preach at the Cross! Good sooth, but when I tell lies, I tell liker ones than so! And but now come home, by my troth; and all the pans o' th' fire might ha' boiled o'er, whilst thou, for aught I know, wert a-dancing in Finsbury Fields with a parcel of idle jades like thyself. Beshrew thee for a lazy hilding [young person; a term applied to either sex] that ne'er earneth her bread by the half! Now then, hold thy tongue, Mistress, ...
— For the Master's Sake - A Story of the Days of Queen Mary • Emily Sarah Holt
... of the year is mine, When all the little birds combine To sing until the earth and air Are filled with sweet sounds everywhere; And most the tender nightingale Makes joyful every wood and dale, Singing her love-song o'er and o'er, For which ...
— The Hymns of Martin Luther • Martin Luther
... of joy,—a hum! Now the British Sparrow's come. Sent first was he Across the sea, Advisers kind did flatter me, When he winged way o'er Yankee soil, My caterpillar swarms he'd spoil; And oh, ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100. February 14, 1891. • Various
... but leaves! The Spirit grieves O'er years of wasted life! O'er sins indulged while conscience slept, O'er vows and promises unkept, And reap from years of strife— Nothing but leaves! Nothing ...
— Sowing and Reaping • Dwight Moody
... to a soldier's grave By the bravest of the brave, He hath gained a nobler tomb Than in old cathedral gloom. Nobler mourners paid the rite Than the crowd that craves a sight. England's banners o'er him waved— Dead, he ...
— The Red Book of Heroes • Leonora Blanche Lang
... sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measures stole, Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... all noble; I play at chess so free, At ravelling runes I'm ready, At books and smithery; I'm skilled o'er ice at skimming On skates, I shoot and row, And few at harping match ...
— The Romany Rye • George Borrow
... soft sweet slumber's Mistland gold and gray, While o'er the hilltops shimmering spirits lead Our ...
— Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, Volume 22. October, 1878. • Various
... Mother Earth! upon thy lap, Thy weary ones receiving, And o'er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle weaving, Fold softly, in thy long embrace, That heart so worn and broken, And cool its pulse of fire beneath Thy shadows old and oaken. Shut out from her the bitter word, And serpent hiss of scorning: Nor let the storms of ...
— Ishmael - In the Depths • Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth
... "O'er sea the silver star brightly is glowing, Rocked now the billows are. Soft winds are blowing, Come to my bark with me. Come sail across the sea. Santa Lucia, ...
— Lucia Rudini - Somewhere in Italy • Martha Trent
... mist is rising o'er the mead, With silver hiding grass and reed; 'Tis silent all, on hill and heath, The evening winds, they hardly breathe; What sudden breaks the silent charm, The echo wakes with wild alarm. With rapid, loud, and furious rattle, Sure 'tis the voice of deadly battle, Bidding the ...
— The Two Sides of the Shield • Charlotte M. Yonge
... and his mother were laid, Both fainting and cold on the straw; No doctors would come there unless they were paid, Or compelled to be there by the law. No comforting word heard poor Mistress Lord, As o'er her babe bending she sat, And each one who saw it cried with one accord, "What a little detestable brat." Now, it ...
— Yorksher Puddin' - A Collection of the Most Popular Dialect Stories from the - Pen of John Hartley • John Hartley
... sweetly by, While day's last beams upon the landscape die; Low chants the fisher where the waters pour, And murmuring voices melt along the shore; The plash of waves comes softly from the side Of passing barge slow gliding o'er the tide; And there are sounds from city, field, and hill, Shore, forest, flood; yet ...
— By-ways in Book-land - Short Essays on Literary Subjects • William Davenport Adams
... came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing ...
— Autobiography and Selected Essays • Thomas Henry Huxley
... The miry beasts retreating frae the pleugh; The blackening trains o' craws to their repose The toil-worn Cotter frae his labor goes; This night his weekly moil is at an end; Collects his spades, his mattocks, and his hoes, Hoping the morn in ease and rest to spend, And weary, o'er the moor his course does ...
— Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern, Vol. 7 • Various
... how rude soe'er the hand That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray; 20 O wake once more! though scarce my skill command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay; Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, And all unworthy of thy nobler strain, Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, 25 The ...
— Lady of the Lake • Sir Walter Scott
... have rested in God's fold; They lay beside me here upon the bed. At dawn I woke: the air beat sad and cold. I told them o'er—Ah, God, one ...
— Eyes of Youth - A Book of Verse by Padraic Colum, Shane Leslie, A.O. • Various
... the Trolds, And round he roll'd his eyes: "O we will hie to the yeoman's house, And o'er him hold assize. ...
— Ellen of Villenskov - and Other Ballads • Anonymous
... in camp, how it rings through the chill air of morning, Bidding the soldier arise, he must wake and be armed ere the light. Firm be your faith and your feet, when the sun's burning rays shall be o'er you. When the rifles are ranging in line, and the clear note ...
— The Story of the Malakand Field Force • Sir Winston S. Churchill
... there was the throne of Volsung beneath its blossoming bower, But high o'er the roof-crest red it rose 'twixt tower and tower, And therein were the wild hawks dwelling, abiding the dole of their lord; And they wailed high over the wine, and laughed ...
— The Story of Sigurd the Volsung • William Morris
... like a mighty wheel, I saw the trees like drunkards reel, And a slight flash sprang o'er my eyes, Which ...
— Platform Monologues • T. G. Tucker
... kept a fearful stir In whispering that he stole the Astrologer: And said, betwixt a French and English plot, He eased his half-tired muse on pace and trot. Up starts a Monsieur, new come o'er, and warm In the French stoop and pull-back of the arm: "Morbleu," dit-il, and cocks, "I am a rogue, But he has quite spoiled the ...
— A Book of the Play - Studies and Illustrations of Histrionic Story, Life, and Character • Dutton Cook
... the gorge be passed, And the Franks return on their path full fast." "I will not sound on mine ivory horn: It shall never be spoken of me in scorn, That for heathen felons one blast I blew; I may not dishonor my lineage true. But I will strike, ere this fight be o'er, A thousand strokes and seven hundred more, And my Durindana shall drip with gore. Our Franks will bear them like vassals brave The Saracens flock ...
— The Harvard Classics, Volume 49, Epic and Saga - With Introductions And Notes • Various
... what your thoughts will do In bringing you hate or love, For thoughts are things, and their airy wings Are swift as a carrier dove. They follow the law of the universe— Each thing must create its kind, And they speed o'er the track to bring you back Whatever went out ...
— The Heart of the New Thought • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... and noble face, Seen in the thronged and hurrying street, Sheds o'er the world a sudden grace, A flying odor sweet, Then passing leaves the cheated sense ...
— A Man's Value to Society - Studies in Self Culture and Character • Newell Dwight Hillis
... them, their day is o'er, Their fires are out from shore to shore, No more for them the wild deer bounds— The plough is on their ...
— The Knight of the Golden Melice - A Historical Romance • John Turvill Adams
... together, when we saw through the trees a little curl of smoke wreathe itself up in the calm air, and then smoke more dense, and still more dense to follow, and then the bright red tongues of flame leaping and dancing as though in ungrateful glee o'er the ruin of the home of men who did ...
— The Fall Of The Grand Sarrasin • William J. Ferrar
... "The dream is o'er, and I to-day Return to modern time; But yet I've something more to say, If you will list my rhyme. I've been a witness in a case For seven long mortal hours, And, cross-examined, had to face The ...
— The Reminiscences Of Sir Henry Hawkins (Baron Brampton) • Henry Hawkins Brampton
... gentle squire would gladly entertaine Into his house some Trencher-chapelaine; Some willing man, that might instruct his sons, And that would stand to good conditions. First, that he lie upon the truckle-bed, While his young master lieth o'er his head; Second, that he do, upon no default, Never to sit above the salt; Third, that he never change his trencher twise; Fourth, that he use all common courtesies, Sit bare at meales, and one half rise and wait; ...
— Notes & Queries 1850.01.12 • Various
... all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand of time. Footprints that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall ...
— The Testimony of the Rocks - or, Geology in Its Bearings on the Two Theologies, Natural and Revealed • Hugh Miller
... Prophet of o'er-population, your ingenious calculation, Causeth discombobulation only in the anxious mind That forecasts exhausted fuel, or the period when the duel Will have given their final gruel to French journalists; a kind Of cantankerous, rancorous spitfires, blusterous, ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 99., September 20, 1890 • Various
... On Marvel World's billows 'twill toss us—'twill toss us, To watch him, Director and Statesman in one, This Seven-League-Booted Colossus—Colossus! Combining in one supernatural blend Plain Commerce and Imagination—gination; O'er Africa striding from dark end to end, ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 103, December 10, 1892 • Various
... various symbolic figures. One of these, who made a particularly fine harangue, represented the River Thames, as a gentleman whose "garment loose and flowing, coloured blue and white, waved like water, flags and ozier-like long hair falling o'er his shoulders; his beard long, sea-green, and white." And so by slow degrees the king came to Temple Bar, where he was entertained by "a view of a delightful boscage, full of several beasts, both ...
— Royalty Restored - or, London under Charles II. • J. Fitzgerald Molloy
... years ago, love, Since you came courting me? Through oak-tree wood and o'er the lea, With rosy cheeks and waistcoat gay, And mostly not a word to say,— How many years ago, love, How ...
— Verses for Children - and Songs for Music • Juliana Horatia Ewing
... together those two grenadiers O'er their country's departed glory; "Woe's me," cried one, in the midst of his tears, "My old wound—how it burns at ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. VI. • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... fears hath she! Her giant form Majestically calm would go O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, 'Mid he deep darkness, white as snow! So stately her bearing, so proud her array, The main she will traverse forever and aye! Many ports shall exult in the ...
— Sea and Shore - A Sequel to "Miriam's Memoirs" • Mrs. Catharine A. Warfield
... and endurance, These are the seals of that most firm assurance Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity, Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length, These are the spells by which to re-assume An empire o'er the disentangled doom. ...
— Flowers of Freethought - (First Series) • George W. Foote
... or years at most, My troubles sell be o'er; I hope to join the heavenly host On Canaan's happy shore. My raptured soul shall drink and feast In love's unbounded sea; The glorious hope of endless rest ...
— Melbourne House • Elizabeth Wetherell
... its floodmark gain, And girdled in the saint's domain: For, with the flow and ebb, its style Varied from continent to isle; Dryshod, o'er sands, twice every day, The pilgrims to the shrine find way; Twice every day, the waves efface Of staves and sandalled feet the trace. As to the port the galley flew, Higher and higher rose to view The castle, with its battled walls, The ancient monastery's halls— A solemn, huge, and dark-red ...
— The Continental Monthly, Vol. 4, No. 5, November, 1863 • Various
... diverted by coming round the corner to where there was a view of Anscombe Bay, when he immediately began to fight his battles o'er again, and show where they had been groping in the mud and seaweed in pursuit of sea-urchins, and ...
— The Long Vacation • Charlotte M. Yonge
... a man Of all men mortal sure the fairest far, For o'er his purple robe Sidonian His yellow hair shone brighter than the star Of the long golden locks that bodeth war; His face was like the sunshine, and his blue Glad eyes no sorrow had the spell to mar Were clear as skies ...
— Helen of Troy • Andrew Lang
... with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts 65 That in this moment there is life and food For future years. And so I dare to hope, Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first I came among these hills; when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides 70 Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, 75 And their glad ...
— The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Vol. II. • William Wordsworth
... ye sons of freedom throughout old Michigan, Come all ye gallant lumbermen, list to a shanty man. On the banks of the Muskegon, where the rapid waters flow, OH!—we'll range the wild woods o'er while a-lumbering ...
— The Blazed Trail • Stewart Edward White
... advent and attend his march; capricious too his humor; but he is neither "sullen" nor "sad." No brighter skies than his, whether the sun with rays of mitigated warmth but of intenser light, sparkles o'er boundless fields of snow, or whether the moon, a faded sun, leading her festal train of stars, listens to the merry sleigh-bells and the laugh of girls and boys, ever glorified a land. What though sometimes his trumpet sounds tremendous and ...
— The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times • John Turvill Adams
... the green-wood's deep-matted shade On a mid-summer's eve, when the fresh rain is o'er; When the yellow beams slope, and sparkle thro' the glade, And swiftly in the thin air the ...
— The Mysteries of Udolpho • Ann Radcliffe
... thee, sweet face. Not that we tire of thee, But that thyself fatigue of us; Remember, as thou flee, We follow thee until Thou notice us no more, And then, reluctant, turn away To con thee o'er and o'er, And blame the scanty love We were content to show, Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold If thou would'st ...
— Poems: Three Series, Complete • Emily Dickinson
... with his foot And caught it on his knee. At last as he plunged among them all, O'er the church he ...
— English Fairy Tales • Flora Annie Steel
... would be busy; and lay up in store For the days of the winter when cold showers pour, And the wild wintry breezes sweep flowers away, While the sun sets in gloom o'er the dim-shadowed day; But I'm a poor bluebottle, spoken of ill; Whilst you are protected, all bear me ill-will; And if I escape from each murderous blow, The first cutting frost ...
— Featherland - How the Birds lived at Greenlawn • George Manville Fenn
... chief of hosts gave her rings and necklace, useful discourse, and a divining spirit: wide and far she saw o'er every world. ...
— The Elder Eddas of Saemund Sigfusson; and the Younger Eddas of Snorre Sturleson • Saemund Sigfusson and Snorre Sturleson
... they've reached the sunny shore Over there; They will never hunger more; All their pain and grief is o'er; Over there. ...
— Excellent Women • Various
... wavelets are kissing the shore, And ask of them why do they sigh? The poets have asked them a thousand times o'er, But they're kissing the shore as they kissed it before, And they're sighing to-day, and they'll sigh evermore. Ask them what ails them: they will not reply; But they'll sigh on forever and never tell why! ...
— Poems: Patriotic, Religious, Miscellaneous • Abram J. Ryan, (Father Ryan)
... "danced nobly." Pride swells us To think our young guest is a true ATTA TROLL; No Bugbear, though shaggy, a trifle breech-baggy, And not altogether a dandyish doll; No Afghan intrigue, dear, or shy Native league, dear, Has brought Bruin's foot o'er our frontier to dance: He comes freely, boldly—don't look on him coldly, Or make him suspect there is fear ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 100., February 7, 1891 • Various
... dazzle the world. And finally, many years later, a last palace was added to all the others—that of Septimius Severus: again a building of pride, with arches supporting lofty halls, terraced storeys, towers o'er-topping the roofs, a perfect Babylonian pile, rising up at the extreme point of the mount in view of the Appian Way, so that the emperor's compatriots—those from the province of Africa, where he was born—might, ...
— The Three Cities Trilogy, Complete - Lourdes, Rome and Paris • Emile Zola
... Amos living yet?" I asked, in the hope of prolonging an o'er-short tale. A softened look came ...
— Aunt Jane of Kentucky • Eliza Calvert Hall
... to rest, And the star of the west Sheds its soft silver light o'er the sea; What sweet thoughts arise, As the dim twilight dies— For then I am thinking of thee! Oh! then crowding fast Come the joys of the past, Through the dimness of days long gone by, Like the stars peeping out, ...
— Handy Andy, Vol. 2 - A Tale of Irish Life • Samuel Lover
... crowns." The King asks, "What crowns shall they be?"—"Why," says the fool, "after I have cut the egg i' the middle, and eat up the meat, the two crowns of the egg. When thou clovest thy crown i' the middle, and gavest away both parts, thou borest thine ass on thy back o'er the dirt: thou hadst little wit in thy bald crown when thou gavest thy golden one away. If I speak like myself in this, let him be whipp'd that first ...
— Tolstoy on Shakespeare - A Critical Essay on Shakespeare • Leo Tolstoy
... boy, I stood beside Thy starlit shimmer, and asked my restless heart What secrets Nature to the herd denied, But might to earnest hierophant impart; When lo! beside me, around and o'er, Thought whispered, 'Arise, O ...
— The Light of Egypt, Volume II • Henry O. Wagner/Belle M. Wagner/Thomas H. Burgoyne
... I lone abide, I lived with yonder ancient oak, Whose spreading roots strike deep and wide Amidst the moss beside the rock; And long, long years have gone at last, And thousand moons have o'er me stole, And many a race before me past, Still I am ...
— The Modern Scottish Minstrel, Volume II. - The Songs of Scotland of the past half century • Various
... Whitsuntide, The bloom of apple-trees. The orchards stand like huge bouquets And o'er ...
— When Life Was Young - At the Old Farm in Maine • C. A. Stephens
... no sooner was I fairly found Pledged to the plain, after a pace or two, Than, pausing to throw backward a last view O'er the safe road, 'twas gone! grey plain all round: Nothing but plain to the horizon's bound. I might go on; ...
— The Dark Forest • Hugh Walpole
... sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,—are all ...
— A Report of the Debates and Proceedings in the Secret Sessions of the Conference Convention • Lucius Eugene Chittenden
... Life Lost too his Crown; both most unjustly ravish'd By Tyrant Philip, your old King I mean. How many Wounds his valiant Breast receiv'd E'er he would yield to part with Life and Empire: Methinks I see him cover'd o'er with Blood, Fainting amidst those numbers he had conquer'd. I was but young, yet old enough to grieve, Tho not revenge, or to defy my Fetters: For then began my Slavery; and e'er since Have seen that Diadem by this Tyrant worn, Which crown'd the sacred Temples of my ...
— The Works of Aphra Behn, Vol. II • Aphra Behn
... say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so ...
— The Fight for a Free Sea: A Chronicle of the War of 1812 - The Chronicles of America Series, Volume 17 • Ralph D. Paine
... Solemn snow-flakes! How they whiten, melt and die. In what cold and shroud-like masses O'er the buried earth they lie. Lie as though the frozen plain Ne'er would bloom with flowers again. Surely nothing do I know, Half so solemn as the snow, Half so solemn, solemn, solemn, As ...
— The Big Nightcap Letters - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Frances Elizabeth Barrow
... herring from the sea, But good as he were in the tide; Young Corydon came o'er the lea, And sat him Phillis down beside. So, presently, she changed her tone, And 'gan to cease her from her moan, 'O willow, willow, willow, willow! Thou mayst e'en keep thy garlands fair, I want them not ...
— The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood • Howard Pyle
... indeed. Attend now. To the being, who preserved you, Be he an angel or a man, you both, And thou especially wouldst gladly show Substantial services in just requital. Now to an angel what great services Have ye the power to do? To sing his praise - Melt in transporting contemplation o'er him - Fast on his holiday—and squander alms - What nothingness of use! To me at least It seems your neighbour gains much more than he By all this pious glow. Not by your fasting Is he made fat; not ...
— Nathan the Wise • Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
... alabaster flight Neath the full beams of the mistaken sun O'er gazing crowds, till at th' unwonted sight Some unexpected sportsman with a gun Brought down the bird, all fluff, mid sounding cheers: Mourn, maidens, mourn, and wipe the ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 146, March 18, 1914 • Various
... into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem ...
— Our Holidays - Their Meaning and Spirit; retold from St. Nicholas • Various
... churches. Home Rule rules the roost. As you move northwards, the symptoms of poverty gradually disappear. Scarva, the annual meeting ground of 5,000 to 10,000 Orangemen, who on July 13, the day after the anniversary of the battle of the Boyne, fight the battle o'er again, with a King William and a King James, mounted respectively on their regulation white and bay chargers—Scarva is neat, clean and civilised. Bessbrook, the Quaker colony, is, as might be expected, a model community. Lurgan is well built, ...
— Ireland as It Is - And as It Would be Under Home Rule • Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
... what awe, what infantile impatience, We eyed the artifice when issued out, And racked our brains about the Regulations, And tried to think we had them free from doubt! As Rome's old Fathers, reverently leaning In secret cellars o'er the Sibyl's strain, Beyond the fact that several pars Had something vague to do with Mars, Failed, as a rule, to find the smallest meaning, But told the plebs the oracle ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 153, Sept. 12, 1917 • Various
... had the sad tones died Which echoed the farewell, When o'er the western prairies There came a funeral knell; It said that he who went from us, While yet upon his brow The dew of youth was glistening, Had ...
— Homestead on the Hillside • Mary Jane Holmes
... in order round, And beaming fires illumined all the ground. As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees ...
— Museum of Antiquity - A Description of Ancient Life • L. W. Yaggy
... was the night, yet a wilder night Hung around o'er the mother's pillow; In her bosom there waged a fiercer fight Than the fight on ...
— The Gentleman from Everywhere • James Henry Foss
... shades in the fen; ghosts of women and men Who have sinned and have died, but are living again. O'er the waters they tread, with their lanterns of dread, And they peer in the pools—in the ...
— The Devil Doctor • Sax Rohmer
... singing-birds; but, to make amends, they feed as much as the best two of them all. Pray where are their hens? where are their females? said I. They have none, answered Aedituus. How comes it to pass then, asked Panurge, that they are thus bescabbed, bescurfed, all embroidered o'er the phiz with carbuncles, pushes, and pock-royals, some of which undermine the handles of their faces? This same fashionable and illustrious disease, quoth Aedituus, is common among that kind of birds, because they are pretty apt to be tossed ...
— Gargantua and Pantagruel, Complete. • Francois Rabelais
... stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged lion's marble piles, Where Venice sat in state, ...
— Life of Lord Byron, Vol. IV - With His Letters and Journals • Thomas Moore
... will never see that picture. While he mused on love and Beatrice, While he softened o'er his outlined angel, In they broke, those "people of importance": We and Bice bear the loss ...
— Robert Browning: How To Know Him • William Lyon Phelps
... with mist and snowstorms girt around, Where fire and earthquake rend the shattered ground,— Here once o'er furthest ocean's icy path The Northmen fled a tyrant monarch's wrath: Here, cheered by song and story, dwelt they free, And held unscathed their ...
— The Discovery of America Vol. 1 (of 2) - with some account of Ancient America and the Spanish Conquest • John Fiske
... my soul, thou must be waking— Now is breaking O'er the earth another day. Come to Him who made this splendour See thou render All thy feeble powers ...
— The Christian Life - Its Course, Its Hindrances, And Its Helps • Thomas Arnold
... rapture of silent bliss. With what breathless deep devotion, Have I watch'd, like spectre from swathing shroud, The white moon peer o'er the shadowy cloud, Illumine the mantled Earth, and kiss The meekly murmuring lips of Ocean, As a mother ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, - Vol. 10, No. 283, 17 Nov 1827 • Various
... thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who ...
— Poems of William Blake • William Blake
... is floating on the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow. There is a path on the sea's azure floor, No keel hath ever ...
— The Long White Cloud • William Pember Reeves
... roasted that a crowd may yell. Each round the other's neck the champions cling, Then break away, and stagger round the ring. Now panting Pollux fails, his fists move slow, He trips, the Chicken plants a smashing blow. The native "pug" lies spent upon the floor, Lies for ten seconds,—and the fight is o'er. ...
— Punch Among the Planets • Various
... jingle, jingle, ever blithe and ever clear, With a tintinnabulation that so musically wells As it thrills, and it thrills upon the ear! Every dancing little note Seems to gurgle from the throat Of a bird, that in its happy song so eloquently tells The joy it is to bound O'er the cold and frozen ground, To the ringing and the ...
— Funny Big Socks - Being the Fifth Book of the Series • Sarah L. Barrow
... myth inane, But from this myth hath sprung fiction still more insane! Lost is the subtle life, divine, and real!—gone! Assumed, mean subterfuge! foul bags of skin and bone! Fortune, when once adverse, how true! gold glows no more! In evil days, alas! the jade's splendour is o'er! Bones, white and bleached, in nameless hill-like mounds are flung, Bones once of youths renowned and maidens fair ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... that by the statuaries My breast and back were plastered o'er with pitch; A mock cuirass tight-clinging hung, to ape My bronze, and take the seal of its impression. When lo, a crowd! therein a pallid pair Sparring amain, ...
— Works, V3 • Lucian of Samosata
... little knew my mother, The day she cradled me, The lands that I should wander o'er, The death that ...
— The Personal Life Of David Livingstone • William Garden Blaikie
... to her chair, and continued. "You would have been glad." Her voice shook. "Glad—and in all this wide world only my Bob and my blessed lambs in the nursery would have wept o'er ...
— Once Aboard The Lugger • Arthur Stuart-Menteth Hutchinson
... The sea of life, by summer gales impell'd, Have ye this anchor? Sure a time will come For storms to try you, and strong blasts to rend Your painted sails, and shred your gold like chaff O'er the wild wave. And what a wreck is man, If sorrow ...
— Memories of Bethany • John Ross Macduff
... never a babe intill my room, As little designs to be; It was but a touch o' my sair side, Come o'er my ...
— Ballads of Scottish Tradition and Romance - Popular Ballads of the Olden Times - Third Series • Various
... habit, to avoid the monotony which the frequent recurrence of one word, so necessary in the expression of thought, would occasion: the same as the past tense of go is made by the substitution of another word radically different, went, the past tense of wend or wind. "O'er hills and dales they wend their way." "The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea." Go and wend convey to our minds nearly the same ideas. The latter is a little more poetical, because less used. But originally their signification was quite ...
— Lectures on Language - As Particularly Connected with English Grammar. • William S. Balch
... on the young goddess of the grove, hearing her sigh for love, touching her glowing small white hands, beholding her killing eyes languish, and her charming bosom rise and fall with short-breath'd uncertain breath; breath as soft and sweet as the restoring breeze that glides o'er the new-blown flowers: But oh what is it? What heaven of perfumes, when it inclines to the ravish'd Philander, and whispers love it ...
— Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister • Aphra Behn
... from her wild sequester'd seat, In notes by distance made more sweet, Pour'd through the mellow horn her pensive soul: And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels join'd the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measures stole, Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, ...
— The Poetical Works of William Collins - With a Memoir • William Collins
... he has nothing of the reckless, bandit spirit, such as the jay possesses, which goes to make a moderate degree of danger almost a pastime. Not that he is without courage; when his nest is in question he will take great risks; but in general his manner is dispirited, "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought." Evidently ...
— Birds in the Bush • Bradford Torrey
... No mother thy wailing can hear, No mother can hasten to banish thy fear; For the slave-owner drives her, o'er mountain and wild, And for one paltry dollar hath sold thee, poor child! Ah! who can in language of mortals reveal The anguish that none but a mother can feel, When man in his vile lust of mammon hath trod On her child, who is stricken and smitten ...
— The Anti-Slavery Harp • Various
... "suspended"—hung, as it were, over the book, without being able to read on; which is what I intended to express (if I may allude to a production of which both those critics were pleased to speak well), when, in my youthful attempt to enlarge this story, I wrote "And o'er the book they hung, and nothing said, And every lingering page grew ...
— Stories from the Italian Poets: With Lives of the Writers, Volume 1 • Leigh Hunt
... the Churchwarden surveys High o'er the belfry, girt with birds and flowers, His story wrought in capitals: 'twas I That bought the font; and ...
— The English Church in the Eighteenth Century • Charles J. Abbey and John H. Overton
... a monster o'er cottage and farm, Striking their inmates with sudden alarm; And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm. There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over their caps, To see if their poultry were free from mishaps; The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed aloud, And the hens crept to ...
— The Posy Ring - A Book of Verse for Children • Various
... heavy, deep-drawn sigh of the water as it rolled back to its parent ocean, taking its weary load of pebbles and sand below, as if sick of the monotonous task, which it was doomed to continue on without cessation, with ever and for ever the same motion, now that its wild, brief orgy was o'er, and its regular routine of duty had to be ...
— The Island Treasure • John Conroy Hutcheson
... out,' muttered Hazel. 'Maybe the black meet's set for to-night and she's scented the jeath pack.' She looked about nervously. 'I can see summat driving dark o'er the pastures ...
— Gone to Earth • Mary Webb
... all Ersemen Sharp sorrow shall fall, That woe to those warriors Shall wane nevermore; Our woof now is woven. Now battlefield waste, O'er land and o'er water War ...
— Njal's Saga • Unknown Icelanders
... And warm winds blow O'er fields of daisies Adrift like snow— Sing sad leave-takings And tender praise Of all the mem'ries ...
— Beatrice Leigh at College - A Story for Girls • Julia Augusta Schwartz
... day, Left her work and ran away: When soon she reach'd the garden gate, Which finding lock'd, she would not wait, But tried to climb and scramble o'er A gate ...
— Aunt Kitty's Stories • Various
... Mr. Brown, with a look which "cast a browner horror" o'er the room, "who would have thought it? and such a ...
— The Disowned, Complete • Edward Bulwer-Lytton
... of camels come in single file, Bearing their burdens o'er the desert sand: Swiftly the boats go plying on the Nile. The needs of men are met on every hand, But still I wait For the messenger of God ...
— Quiet Talks on Following the Christ • S. D. Gordon
... yon babie thrang, A' silent o'er the sod; Ye couldna hear their feet amang The graves, ...
— Songs of Angus and More Songs of Angus • Violet Jacob
... we of coming, by the by-past, years, And still can Hope, the siren, soothe our fears? Cheated, deceived, our cherished day-dreams o'er, We cling the closer, and we trust the more. Oh, who can say there's bliss in the review Of hours, when Hope with fairy fingers drew A magic sketch of "rapture yet to be," A rainbow horizon, a life of glee! The world all bright before ...
— Heart Utterances at Various Periods of a Chequered Life. • Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney
... wi' serious face, They, round the ingle, form a circle wide; The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious ...
— The Greatest English Classic A Study of the King James Version of • Cleland Boyd McAfee
... since in battle I fought. Many the sorrows that o'er me lower. Men hold me for nought; this thought is the worst of all that ...
— Grettir The Strong - Grettir's Saga • Unknown
... our village has become a butt For one of those fleet railroad shafts, and o'er Our peaceful plain ...
— Walden, and On The Duty Of Civil Disobedience • Henry David Thoreau
... thy call, renewed the spell That thrilled our better years, The primal wonder o'er our spirits fell, And ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 85, November, 1864 • Various
... "The Voice That Breathed O'er Eden" was what the unseen musician played. He seemed detached, impersonal, and only the repeated strains gave evidence of his sympathy. An old woman had wandered into the church and sat near the door with a rapt, wistful look on her wrinkled ...
— The Man Thou Gavest • Harriet T. Comstock
... a year or two to a soft called Millard Binch; the same she passed on to Indiana Rolliver; and—well, I guess she liked the change. We didn't have what you'd called a society wedding: no best man or bridesmaids or Voice that Breathed o'er Eden. Fact is, Pa and Ma didn't know about it till it was over. But it was a marriage fast enough, as they found out when they tried to undo it. Trouble was, they caught on too soon; we only had a fortnight. Then they hauled Undine back to Apex, and—well, ...
— The Custom of the Country • Edith Wharton
... the precious tripod kettle, tea is brewed, but green is still the smoke! O'er is the game of chess by the still window, but the fingers are ...
— Hung Lou Meng, Book I • Cao Xueqin
... watery green, As stream'd their pennons on the favouring gale: The victor vessel gain'd the sovereign boon; The gothic palace and the gay saloon, Begemm'd with eyes that pierc'd the hiding veil, Echoed to music and its merry glee And cannon roll'd its thunder o'er the sea, To greet that vessel for ...
— The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Vol. 13, No. 374 • Various
... number that was there, Sir Bains he scorn'd to yield, But, with a bumper in his hand, He staggered o'er ...
— The Mirror of Taste, and Dramatic Censor, Vol. I, No. 6, June 1810 • Various
... faces please your roving sight, Or various characters your mind delight, To gay St. Mark's with eagerness repair; For curiosity may pasture there. Venetia's lion bending o'er the waves, There sees reflected—tyrants, freemen, slaves. The swarthy Moor, the soft Circassian dame, The British sailor not unknown to fame; Innumerous nations crowd the lofty door, Innumerous footsteps print the sandy shore; While verse might easier name the scaly ...
— Observations and Reflections Made in the Course of a Journey through France, Italy, and Germany, Vol. I • Hester Lynch Piozzi
... the subtle Flame Ran quick through all my vital Frame; O'er my dim Eyes a Darkness hung; My ...
— The Spectator, Volumes 1, 2 and 3 - With Translations and Index for the Series • Joseph Addison and Richard Steele
... her by the lily-white hand, Lead her o'er the water; Give her kisses, one, two, three, For she's ...
— The Black Douglas • S. R. Crockett
... denotes that a letter or letters are left out; as, O'er, for over; 't is, for it is. And is also used to show ownership; as, The man's hat. ...
— McGuffey's Third Eclectic Reader • William Holmes McGuffey
... is the night-breeze!—not a lonely sound Steals through the silence of this dreary hour; O'er these high battlements Sleep reigns profound, And sheds on all, his sweet oblivious power. On all but me—I vainly ask his dews To steep in short forgetfulness my cares. Th' affrighted god still flies ...
— A Sicilian Romance • Ann Radcliffe
... us our prayers, Lord of life! Lord of life! Make us victors o'er every foe, Make us strong in the den of the bear, Make us swift in the haunts of the buck, Great Master ...
— Traditions of the North American Indians, Vol. 1 (of 3) • James Athearn Jones
... royal line! Too pure thy beauty realms of earth to cheer A brighter orbit gained in a far brighter sphere. But unextinguishable still Thy parting glow! As from Sol's latest smile of light Steep Alpine summits of eternal snow A purpling lustre cast o'er the deep ...
— A History of Giggleswick School - From its Foundation 1499 to 1912 • Edward Allen Bell
... since lost its first terrible look of bare newness. Grass grew upon it in familiar ways. Rose-bushes that might have stood a lifetime nodded over it by night and by day. Already "the minute grey lichens, plate o'er plate," were "softening down the crisp-cut name and date"; and the winds of winter and of summer blew over a little mound that had made itself at home in the still city of ...
— Queed • Henry Sydnor Harrison
... and close of day, Confronting in your chair the crowd Of business men, whose voices loud And gestures violent you quell By some mysterious, calm spell— Some magic lurking in your look That brings the noisiest to book And spreads a holy and profound Tranquillity o'er all around. So orderly all's done that they Who came to draw remain to pay. But now the time demands, at last, That you employ your genius vast In energies more active. Rise And shake the lightnings from your eyes; Inspire your underlings, ...
— The Devil's Dictionary • Ambrose Bierce
... wish'd-for come, And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time, when men ...
— King Henry IV, The First Part • William Shakespeare [Hudson edition]
... lance and sword And preacher's craft incessant warred Against the scorners of the Lord: God's benediction on his head! Count Roland laid him to his rest Between his shoulders, on his breast, He crossed the hands so fine and fair, And, as his country's customs were, He made oration o'er him there 'Ah! noble knight, of noble race, I do commend thee to God's grace Sure never man of mortal birth Served Him so heartily on earth. Thou hadst no peer in any clime To stoutly guard the Christian cause And turn bad men to Christian laws, Since erst the great Apostles' time. Now rest thy soul ...
— A Popular History of France From The Earliest Times - Volume IV. of VI. • Francois Pierre Guillaume Guizot
... busts and medallions I have seen are, in general, such good resemblances that I think I should have known him untold, he has by no means the look to be expected from Bonaparte, but rather that of a profoundly studious and contemplative man, who "o'er books consumes" not only the "midnight oil" but his own daily strength, "and wastes the puny body to decay" by abstruse speculation and theoretic plans or rather visions, ingenious but not practicable. But the look of ...
— The Diary and Letters of Madame D'Arblay Volume 3 • Madame D'Arblay
... not feel secure, for the three evils Surround us constantly and everywhere, And even now death hovers o'er our house. When I was born my mother went to heaven, Which means, she died when she ...
— The Buddha - A Drama in Five Acts and Four Interludes • Paul Carus
... baby soon cried; Punch's temper was tried, And in a great passion he flew; He shook the poor child, And, with rage growing wild, The babe o'er the balcony threw. ...
— The National Nursery Book - With 120 illustrations • Unknown
... at which perpetual springs Fresh water, in all lands: The which once reached, the buried torrent flings Its treasures o'er the sands.' ...
— Caesar's Column • Ignatius Donnelly
... lonely mountains o'er, And the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard and loud lament: From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplars pale, The parting genius is with sighing sent: With flower-enwoven tresses torn The nymphs in twilight shades ...
— Dreamthorp - A Book of Essays Written in the Country • Alexander Smith
... rich. Sweet task 'tis o'er, "Tuckman, you're a brick," they cry, Wildly then shake hands all four (Hum and Ho, ...
— Fated to Be Free • Jean Ingelow
... when the banquet's o'er! the parties met for final settlement, when behold! the accepted purchaser offers the silversmith a bill at a month; he refuses it indignantly, and consults his solicitor as to the possibility of compelling the restoration of the plate; but the lawyer told him, that on his own shewing ...
— Real Life In London, Volumes I. and II. • Pierce Egan
... Kimo, dar you are Heh, ho rump to pume did'dle. Set back pinkey wink, Come Tom Nippecat Sing song Kitty cat, can't You carry me o'er? ...
— Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States, From Interviews with Former Slaves - Virginia Narratives • Works Projects Administration
... distant from my Tuscan grove, The lily chaste, the rose that breathes of love, The myrtle leaf, and Laura's hallow'd bay, The deathless flowers that bloom o'er Sappho's clay; For thee, Callirhoe! yet by love and years, I learn how fancy wakes from joy to tears; How memory, pensive, 'reft of hope, attends The exile's path, and bids him fear new friends. Long ...
— Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, No. 276 - Volume 10, No. 276, October 6, 1827 • Various
... widow's bed. Without thee suitors in thick crowds do run, Sowing perpetual strife, which once begun, Till happy fate thee home again shall send, Those sharp contentions will have no end. But through the snowy seas and northern ways, When the remoter sun made shortest days, O'er tops of craggy mountains, paths untrod, Where untamed creatures only make abode, Thy love to thy dear country hath thee brought, Ambassador from England. Thou hast sought The Swedish confines buried in frost, Straight wilt thou see the French and Spanish coast; ...
— A Journal of the Swedish Embassy in the Years 1653 and 1654, Vol II. • Bulstrode Whitelocke
... the rock's gloomy crevice the bright holly grows; The ivy waves fresh o'er the withering rose, And the ever-green love of a virtuous wife Soothes the roughness of care, ...
— The Life of Thomas Telford by Smiles • Samuel Smiles
... through the May night doth steal; Sometimes, on joyous wing, to Heaven it soars, Sometimes, like Philomel, its woes deplores. For, oh! this a song that ne'er can die, It seeks the heart of all humanity. In the deep cavern and the darksome lair, The sea of ether o'er the realm of air, In every nook my song shall still be heard, And all creation, with sad yearning stirred, United in a full, exultant choir, Pray thee to grant the singer's fond desire. E'en when the ivy o'er my grave hath grown, ...
— Uarda • Georg Ebers
... approacheth! like the heaving of the main, Surge the ranks of gathered nations o'er ...
— Maha-bharata - The Epic of Ancient India Condensed into English Verse • Anonymous
... we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er: Not Jordan's stream nor death's cold flood, Should ...
— The Children's Portion • Various
... of heaven. But o'er their heads Celestial armory, shield, helm and spear, Hung bright, with diamond flaming ...
— Have faith in Massachusetts; 2d ed. - A Collection of Speeches and Messages • Calvin Coolidge
... travels, essays, and some old forgotten fiction; but no verse was there, except Shenstone, in a small, shabby, coverless volume. This I read and re-read until I grew sick of bright Roxana tripping o'er the green, or of gentle Delia when a tear bedews her eye to think yon playful kid must die. To my uncultivated mind—for I had never been at school, and lived in the open air with the birds and beasts—this seemed intolerably artificial; for I was like a hungry ...
— Afoot in England • W.H. Hudson
... Martyn lies. In Manhood's early bloom The Christian Hero finds a Pagan tomb. Religion, sorrowing o'er her favourite son, Points to the glorious trophies that he won. Eternal trophies! not with carnage red, Not stained with tears by hapless captives shed, But trophies of the Cross! for that dear name, Through every form of danger, death, and shame, ...
— The Miscellaneous Writings and Speeches of Lord Macaulay, Vol. 3. (of 4) • Thomas Babington Macaulay
... ardent youth, perhaps, ere from his home He launch his venturous bark, will hither come, Read fondly o'er and o'er his graven name, With feelings keenly touched, with heart aflame; Till, wrapped in fancy's wild delusive dream, Times past and long forgotten, present seem. To his charmed ear the east wind, ...
— Christopher Columbus and His Monument Columbia • Various
... scorn the Poet's Power, Darken with doubt his glory, Burst thou the spirit-spell he weaveth o'er thee, Till earthward bowed thine heart in youth's warm hour Grow hard as sinner ...
— Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 461 - Volume 18, New Series, October 30, 1852 • Various
... with pride! Peace, idle Muse! no more thy strain prolong, But yield a theme thy warmest praises wrong; Just to her merit, though thou canst not raise Thy feeble verse, behold th' acknowledged praise Has spread conviction through the envious train, And cast a fatal gloom o'er Scandal's reign! And lo! each pallid hag, with blister'd tongue, Mutters assent to all thy zeal has sung— Owns all the colours just—the outline true; Thee my inspirer, ...
— The School For Scandal • Richard Brinsley Sheridan
... the less liable or addicted to very small, and very mean, and sometimes very rascally acts, but they are always fortunate in having any amount of panegyric graven on marble slabs, shafts and pillars, o'er their dust, and eulogistic and profound histories written in memories of the deeds of renown and glory they have executed. An American 74-gun ship would hardly float the mountains of tomes written upon Bonaparte and his brilliant ...
— The Humors of Falconbridge - A Collection of Humorous and Every Day Scenes • Jonathan F. Kelley
... night heavy storm-clouds gathered o'er us, and vivid lightnings played around the rocks near the camp: a storm came up and seemed to part in two, one half going north and the other south; but just before daybreak we were awakened by a crash ...
— Australia Twice Traversed, The Romance of Exploration • Ernest Giles
... of gliding floods, Cheer'd by the warbling of the woods, How blest my days, my thoughts how free, In sweet society with thee! Then all was joyous, all was young, And years unheeded roll'd along; But now the pleasing dream is o'er— These scenes must charm me now no more. Lost to the field, and torn from you, Farewell!—a long, ...
— Old and New London - Volume I • Walter Thornbury
... beauty like thine, exposure's the surest of guards, For the veiling thy face but augments its seductions and adds to our sighs; Like the sun, on whose visage undimmed the eye still refuses to look, And yet we may gaze at our ease, when the thinnest of clouds o'er it lies. The honey's protected, forsooth, by the sting of the bees of the hive: So question the guards of the camp why they stay us in this our emprise. If my slaughter be what they desire, let them put off their ...
— The Book Of The Thousand Nights And One Night, Volume III • Anonymous
... not dead, nor mine: O'er deepest gloom, o'er worst distress, Ever the mighty Sun doth shine Aglow ...
— With Zola in England • Ernest Alfred Vizetelly
... hills, or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent wept her soldier slain— Bent o'er the babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child ...
— Stories of Authors, British and American • Edwin Watts Chubb
... in thought, to storied Skye, Where all the glens in glamour lie; And, lightly scorning gust and spray, Leap o'er ...
— Literary Tours in The Highlands and Islands of Scotland • Daniel Turner Holmes
... the iron chain But from the one which passion forges—be The master of thyself. If lost, regain The rule o'er chance, sense, ...
— Architects of Fate - or, Steps to Success and Power • Orison Swett Marden
... ruins fall, And chaos o'er the sinking ball Resume primeval sway, His courage chance and fate defies, Nor feels the wreck of earth and skies Obstruct its ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.I., Part F. - From Charles II. to James II. • David Hume
... call of virtue, freedom, truth, Weak withering age, and strong aspiring youth, Alike the expanding power of pity felt; The coldest, hardest hearts began to melt; From breast to breast the flame of justice glowed— Wide o'er its banks the Nile of mercy flowed; Through all the isle, the gradual waters swelled, Mammon in vain the encircling flood repelled O'erthrown at length, like Pharaoh and his host, His shipwrecked hopes ...
— The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.III. - From George III. to Victoria • E. Farr and E. H. Nolan
... that one from a lady? I'm undone! That, lightly skimmed, you'll think me such a bore, And wonder why I did not bring you four. It's ever thus: a woman cannot get So many letters that she will not fret O'er one that did not come." "I'll prove you wrong," I answered gayly, "here upon the spot! This little letter, precious if not long, Is just the one, of all you might have brought, To please me. You have heard me speak, I'm sure, Of Helen Trevor: she writes here to say She's coming out ...
— Maurine and Other Poems • Ella Wheeler Wilcox
... thousand lyres be swept, Let paeans ring o'er sea and land— The Almighty hath our Sovereign kept Within ...
— Queen Victoria • E. Gordon Browne
... one mother; And so through this dark world they fleet Divided, till in death they meet: But he loved all things ever. Then He past amid the strife of men, And stood at the throne of armed power Pleading for a world of woe: Secure as one on a rock-built tower O'er the wrecks which the surge trails to and fro, 'Mid the passions wild of human kind He stood, like a spirit calming them; For, it was said, his words could find Like music the lulled crowd, and stem That torrent of unquiet dream, Which mortals truth and reason ...
— Percy Bysshe Shelley • John Addington Symonds
... return, and, leaning O'er the parapets of cloud, Watch the mist that intervening Wraps the ...
— The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 14, No. 83, September, 1864 • Various
... was then another person altogether—a thoughtful and intelligent young Frenchman, who loved reading poetry aloud or being read to; especially English poetry—Byron! He was faithful to his "Don Juan," his Hebrew melodies—his "O'er the glad waters of the deep blue sea." We knew them all by heart, or nearly so, and yet we read them still; and Victor Hugo and Lamartine, ...
— The Martian • George Du Maurier
... soft splendor O'er the faint, cold starlight of heaven Is thrown, So thy voice most tender To the strings without soul has ...
— Authors and Friends • Annie Fields
... Puritan Spring Beauties stood freshly clad for church; A thrush, white-breasted, o'er them sat singing on his perch. "Happy be! for fair are ye!" the gentle singer told them; But presently a buff-coat Bee came booming up to scold them. "Vanity, oh, vanity! Young maids, beware of vanity!" Grumbled out the ...
— The Wit and Humor of America, Volume V. (of X.) • Various
... stage-manage, parson," he said at last, lightly enough, but with a hint of tiredness in his eyes. "And then vanish behind the scenes, leaving the hero and heroine in the middle of the spotlight, with the orchestra tuning up 'The Voice that Breathed o'er Eden,'" he finished, without a trace of bitterness. "So I sent Madame a note by a little nigger newsie." His eyes crinkled, and he quoted the favorite aphorism of the colored people, when they seem to exercise a meticulous care: "Brer Rabbit say, 'I ...
— Slippy McGee, Sometimes Known as the Butterfly Man • Marie Conway Oemler
... of Mayfair A Bacchanal with unbound hair, And loosened girdle, Would be as purely out of place As Atalanta in a race O'er hedge or hurdle: ...
— Punch, Or The London Charivari, Vol. 103, September 10, 1892 • Various
... burning city Sets now the red sun's dome. See, mystic firebrands sparkle There on each store and home. See how the golden gateway Burns with the day to be— Torch-bearing fiends of portent Loom o'er the earth and sea. ...
— General William Booth enters into Heaven and other Poems • Vachel Lindsay
... I bid to you, Ye prams and boats, which, o'er the wave, Were doom'd to waft to England's shore Our hero chiefs, our soldiers brave. To you, good gentlemen of Thames, Soon, soon our visit shall be paid, Soon, soon your merriment be o'er 'T is but a few ...
— Marguerite de Navarre - Memoirs of Marguerite de Valois Queen of Navarre • Marguerite de Navarre
... lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering ...
— Language of Flowers • Kate Greenaway
... my inflexible desire! Before the eyes of all the soldiery I wronged the holy code of war; and now By my free death I wish to glorify it. My brothers, what's the one poor victory I yet may snatch from Wrangel worth to you Against the triumph o'er the balefullest Of foes within, that I achieve at dawn— The insolent and disobedient heart. Now shall the alien, seeking to bow down Our shoulders 'neath his yoke, be crushed; and, free, The man of Brandenburg shall take ...
— The German Classics of The Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Vol. IV • Editor-in-Chief: Kuno Francke
... of bugle in camp, how it rings through the chill air of morning, Bidding the soldier arise, he must wake and be armed ere the light. Firm be your faith and your feet, when the sun's burning rays shall be o'er you. When the rifles are ranging in line, and the clear note of battle ...
— The Story of the Malakand Field Force • Sir Winston S. Churchill
... shapes: Borne on the wings of sullen slow disease, Or hovering o'er the field of bloody fight, In calm, in tempest, in the dead of night, Or in the lightning of the summer moon; In ...
— Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 2 - Historical, Traditional, and Imaginative • Alexander Leighton
... seems to have known little, since he uses its name only in the conventional way to signify a bright or choice shade of red. In Measure for Measure (Act ii, sc. 4) the "impression of keen whips" produced ruby streaks on the skin; even more materialistic is the nose "all o'er embellished with rubies, carbuncles and sapphires" (Comedy of Errors, Act iii, sc. 2). The common employment of the designation carbuncle for a precious stone and also for a boil was usual from ancient times. At least, we might gather from this passage that the poet was aware of ...
— Shakespeare and Precious Stones • George Frederick Kunz
... a camel that traveled o'er the sand. Of the desert, fiercely hot, way down in Egypt-land; But they brought him to the Fair, Now upon his hump, Every child can take a ride, Who ...
— Twilight Stories • Various
... the sullen murmurs of the North, The splendid raiment of the SPRING peeps forth; Her universal green, and the clear sky, Delight still more and more the gazing eye. Wide o'er the fields, in rising moisture strong, Shoots up the simple flower, or creeps along The mellow'd soil; imbibing fairer hues Or sweets from frequent showers and evening dews; That summon from its shed the slumb'ring ploughs, While health impregnates every breeze that blows. No wheels support ...
— The Farmer's Boy - A Rural Poem • Robert Bloomfield
... virtue draws Through the wide circuit of creation's laws; Still tracks unchanged the everlasting ray Where the dark shadows of temptation stray; But, once defaced, forgets the orbs of light, And leaves thee wandering o'er the expanse of ...
— Recreations in Astronomy - With Directions for Practical Experiments and Telescopic Work • Henry Warren
... where you are, Radiant with maiden mirth! To bless whatever blessed star Presided o'er your birth, That, on this immemorial morn, When heaven was bending low, The gods were kind and you were ...
— Songs, Merry and Sad • John Charles McNeill
... nocturnal ranger! What led thee hither 'mongst the types and cases? Didst thou not know that running midnight races O'er standing types was fraught with imminent danger? Did hunger lead thee—didst thou think to find Some rich old cheese to fill thy hungry maw? Vain hope! for none but literary jaw Can masticate our cookery ...
— A Child-World • James Whitcomb Riley
... made those sound remarks. Showing—in spite of Jove's decree— How mortals rode in impious arks Transilient o'er the sacred sea, How there was not beneath the sun A task so tough but what he'd back us Somehow to go and see it done (Such was ...
— Punch, or the London Charivari, June 10, 1914 • Various
... memories throng amain, Thoughts that had seem'd for ever left behind O'ertake him, e'en as by some greenwood lane The summer flies the passing traveller find, Keen, but not half so sharp as now thrill o'er ...
— John Keble's Parishes • Charlotte M Yonge
... state's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate, Sits empress,—crowning good, repressing ill: Smit by her sacred frown, The fiend, Discretion, like a vapor, sinks, And e'en the all-dazzling crown Hides his faint rays, and ...
— The Great Speeches and Orations of Daniel Webster • Daniel Webster
... outspread wings of memory occasionally loves to soar o'er the dull, prosaic present, far away into the haunted, dream-land of a ...
— Picturesque Quebec • James MacPherson Le Moine
... good with his icy tread, For he keeps the corn-seeds warm in their bed, He dries up the damp which the rain had spread, And renders the air more healthy; He taught the boys to slide, and he flung Rich Christmas gifts o'er the old and young, And when cries for food from the poor were wrung, He opened the purse of ...
— Happy Days for Boys and Girls • Various
... be the Lord, by our sweet sister Death, From whom no man escapes, howe'er he try! Woe to all those who yield their parting breath In mortal sin! But blessed those who die Doing thy will in that decisive hour! The second death o'er such shall have no power. Praise, blessing, and thanksgiving to my Lord! For all He gives and takes ...
— The Golden Dog - Le Chien d'Or • William Kirby
... emperor Francis, our good emperor! Long live Francis, brightest gem In fair Fortune's diadem O'er him see the laurel wave, Honoring the true, ...
— Andreas Hofer • Lousia Muhlbach
... granted their unuttered petition, and "closed not o'er" them (for the butler brought in the lamp): the same obliging shades left them a "lonely bark" (the wail of a dog, in the back-yard, baying the moon) for "awhile": but neither "morn, alas," (nor any other epoch) seemed likely to "restore" them—to that peace of mind which had once been ...
— A Tangled Tale • Lewis Carroll
... the Vision and the Cry That haunt the new Canadian soul? Dim grandeur spreads we know not why O'er mountain, forest, tree and knoll, And murmurs indistinctly fly.— Some magic moment sure is nigh. O Seer, the ...
— Thoughts, Moods and Ideals: Crimes of Leisure • W.D. Lighthall
... dear Lord to "comfort and succour all them who in this transitory life are in trouble, sorrow, need, sickness, or any other adversity!" And still less able are we to realize the countless answers to our feeble prayers already winging their way to every portion of the inhabited globe; o'er moor and fen, o'er lake and sea and prairie, in the crowded town and in the vast wilderness. Was it in blessed England, where the sun has long past the meridian; while here in the far North-West, there are but the first faint ...
— Owindia • Charlotte Selina Bompas
... needless further to follow in detail the amazing career of Whitefield, "posting o'er land and ocean without rest," and attended at every movement by such storms of religious agitation as have been already described. In August, 1740, he made his first visit to New England. He met with a cordial welcome. At Boston all pulpits were opened to him, and churches were thronged with ...
— A History of American Christianity • Leonard Woolsey Bacon
... the Northern empire pray Your Highness would enroll them with your own, As Lady Psyche's pupils.' This I sealed: The seal was Cupid bent above a scroll, And o'er his head Uranian Venus hung, And raised the blinding bandage from his eyes: I gave the letter to be sent with dawn; And then to bed, where half in doze I seemed To float about a glimmering night, and watch A full sea glazed with muffled moonlight, ...
— The Princess • Alfred Lord Tennyson
... forms before his throne, The stately and the brave; But who could fill the place of one,— That one beneath the wave? Before him passed the young and fair, In pleasure's reckless train; But seas dashed o'er his son's bright hair— He ...
— Fifty Famous Stories Retold • James Baldwin
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